The sirens were turned off. "Martin, you know he didn’t do it, right?" Anita mumbled from behind, still sitting beside Kevin in the back of the ambulance.
She’d repeated the question several times over the course of their drive, but Martin wasn’t interested in responding. While Anita was aware of Kevin’s status as a terrorist, martin wasn’t convinced that she understood everything about his actions.
Was she aware that Martin had already realized Kevin was innocent? He figured that he’d leave that for her to discover on her own, because if he told her he already knew, he may need to explain other things to her that she didn’t need to know.
On the side of the highway he saw a sign that said 'Welcome to Winchester'. Anita hadn't said which city her friend lived in, but assuming her directions were correct, they couldn't be much farther.
"Take this exit," she said. She sounded a bit upset, but upset in a way that she was trying to hide. Martin stifled a sigh; he knew there was something she wanted to say, as his wife exhibited similar behaviour.
Anita’s directions were specific. He followed them as he was instructed, but his thoughts were far from Anita; instead, he was thinking about Kevin. Martin felt guilty over the fact that he was hoping the man would die. While it would leave little possibility of him learning more, the case would be over. He could take Kevin’s corpse to the FBI and let them deal with it. Perhaps, no more mad men hunting him and the woman he was starting to care about.
They’d already reached the city and as instructed by Anita, were driving into a moderately high class residential area. The lawns were ridiculously well cared for, but Martin thought that the bright green, healthy grass looked out of place in the heat of the desert. All of the houses were fenced off with their own security systems.
"First house on the next street," Anita said. Martin prepared to pull up on the street outside the house. But when they reached the house, he found that one could just pull into the driveway. It wasn’t because there was a gate in place, because there was- and it was a tall, cast iron beauty at that- it had just been left open. Whether that was a regular thing or it was left open by Anita’s request by a phone in the ambulance, he didn’t really care. He was glad to be able to roll in without doing anything extra to hide the ambulance. An ambulance would be so easy to spot by their pursuers if they had any idea what happened at the school. Martin never doubted for a moment that someone knew.
Once at a full stop, Martin jumped from the vehicle and moved to swing open the large doors of the ambulance. He paused first, taking in the scene before him: Kevin lying motionless on the stretcher, and Anita sitting by his side, both her hands wrapped around one of his.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow...)
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